@ssolessurvivor cont. [x]
Part of Khan almost regrets having spoken at all.
He's been watching Logan for a while now, secretly so; The blonde is not as sneaky as he thinks he is, after all, with Khan having noticed those mismatched irises lingering on him ever since the other has stepped out of the bedroom.
To be fair, Khan has done this on purpose - left the bathroom door open - if only to have his lover see him, take in the sight of his almost-naked frame still slightly damp and blushed from the recent shower, most private bits covered by his boxer briefs only. But then, on the other hand, Khan simply feels... comfortable doing it, to show himself in such a way, enjoying the casual nakedness around the other.
He'd also enjoyed it to be oogled like this, felt pride rising within him - and now he feels the corners of his mouth rising as well at the sight of his lover's cheeks turning pink as they hold eye-contact through the mirror, with slender, gel-covered fingers shaping and molding his hair in the process.
A hum leaves Khan at Logan's words, his own blue irises focusing on the faucet when the blonde's trail away; He washes his hands, frees them of the product sticking to them, then dries them off - and, once done, Khan turns to face his human, stepping forward so as to close the distance between them.
"---Sounds like my... alluringness is a good thing, however.", is what leaves Khan's mouth soon after, voice as dark and sonorous as it always is, just the way he knows Logan likes it; His fingers meet the man's chin, feeling the stubble beneath his fingerpads as he lifts that mismatched gaze back up to his own, with Khan tilting his head to the side as he leans down simultaneously---
The kiss is of sweet nature, but lingers a bit too long for it to entirely be innocent. Khan keeps his mouth closed, just opens it briefly to nip on that plush bottom lip of the other before he breaks the contact, standing back straight with that smirk on his features persisting.
"You're always allowed to take a look. No matter when or why."
No need to be shy, is what Khan means - I am yours, after all.
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i have an exam tomorrow but i know my brain won't know rest until i post this. anyway i just looked up the lyrics to 超度我/set me free by floruitshow and i just. have to inflict this song onto other people it is so robits
(real quick one thing i will say is please listen to the song, i once described floruitshow as 'the perfect combination of classically trained and a little bit insane' and this song is 100% that vibe. like i cant promise you'll like it but i can promise that it probably won't sound like anything else you've heard before)
Also I'll only be translating the verses because the chorus is literally lines straight from the Diamond Sutra and explaining those is above my paygrade
(Verse 1)
来不及
There's no time left
最后一句想你来不及让你知道
No time left to say to you my last 'I miss you'
再也回不去
We can't ever return
那个有彩虹出现的下午
to that afternoon when the rainbow appeared
再也感受不到你温度
I won't ever feel your warmth again
如果你留我在梦里
If you left me in my dreams
我会放弃呼吸
I can give up my breath
请 超度我
Please, set me free
VR-LA during/after MR-SN's death?? reflecting on all the things he never got to say, all the things they never got to do because they never got enough time together, 'i can give up my breath' all that time VR-LA spent alone on that empty ship fighting the thoughts of leaving it all behind.. (yells)
(Verse 2)
对不起
I'm sorry
不经意就在你的影子里活下去
It's so easy to live on in your shadow
我不在意
But I don't mind
不过是白日梦里一瞬息
It's nothing but a moment in a daydream
为何还起念动心
Why does my heart still stir?
怪你名字太熟悉
It's all because your name is too familiar
当我是一花一叶一春木
if I pretend I were a flower, a leaf, a spring sapling
可否回到世界之初
Can I return to the beginning of it all?
请 超度我
Please, set me free
Y'all wanna talk about how VR-LA's still not over MR-SN. or how he spends s2-s3 haunted by his old crew ('live on in your shadow' owwww). 'a moment in a daydream' VR-LA seeing MR-SN in overclock... being stuck in the horrible horrible headspace of the Zuggtemoy curse and finding comfort in this snippet of the captain he can barely remember.. 'your name is too familiar' i mean just look at the wish speech! he says it better than i ever could, it's getting the old crew's names from maxim that really sets VR-LA off on this whole journey to find them because even after the everything just their names is enough for him to remember how much he loved and still loves them!! augh
(Outro)
我的执念 万千千千
My obsessions, hundreds and thousands
放不下地 放不下天
I can't let go of the earth, I can't let go of the sky
我把红线折折剪剪
I cut and fold at the red strings
落入凡间镜重圆
I fall to the mortal realm to seek reunion
Again, y'all wanna talk about how VR-LA's still not over MR-SN. but also the last two lines as being MR-SN's POV, the 'red strings' being a reference to the red strings of fate (strings that tie lovers/soulmates together... aaa), MR-SN (or well, Mystra, I guess) literally defying fate so that they can meet again. 镜重圆 here is likely referring to 破镜重圆, a phrase that directly translates to "mending a broken mirror" and basically refers to couples (generally romantic) reconciling/reuniting after a breakup/some kind of separation which... i mean yeah thats literally just 3.7 huh. MR-SN coming back from the dead to give VR-LA closure and catharsis. anyway i'm gonna go lie on the floor now
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long story but recently there was this guy i was working with for a day and the first two things he asked me were what im most proudest of and what im most insecure about. which is an insane way to get to know someone but he answered honestly himself so i felt comfy to share too. I ended up saying my insecurity was of not being perfect causing me to not try at all and then all day when he was teaching me how to do things and id ask how i was doing he’d make a point to say i was doing it perfectly and 🥹 thank you sir . I think you altered my brain on a fundamental level that day
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Douxie gets migraines (sometimes magically induced, sometimes its just chronic)
Carter shutting the lights off and closing the curtains and then climbing into the bed to gently massage Douxie’s temples to help
"Do you want some Aspirin or something?"
"Mmph."
"Aw, baby ☹️🥺"
Carter gently kisses Douxie’s forehead and temples and they lay there in silence because noises = more headache
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An unnamed OC, but I fucking love them to death they are by far my favorite
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Telling myself not to go insane over art and buy <redacted> $$ worth of prints
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─── ⌜ cutting tonight. ⌟ ─── könig x you. sub ftm könig. dom gn reader. knife kink + play. marking. squirting. blood licking ( once ).
imagine könig laid on your shared bed, legs spread open so you can sit in between. your wrist ached from the effort of thrusting the handle of your knife into könig’s weeping pussy, but it was so worth it. you always knew he had a thing for knives, and tonight you decided to indulge in his fantasy.
his hands gripped the sheets, face scrunching up in pleasure. the rough material of the handle scratched at his sensitive walls perfectly, making him feel so overwhelmed. your knife was drenched in his fluids, dripping down to your fingers. “hnnnggg... fuck! liebes, i can’t, nggh–” ( dear ) he whined, shaking his head. the sharp blade pricked at his soft inner thighs, creating a few small cuts. blood dotted them, just how he wants it.
despite his protests, he pushed back against the handle. he craved for more. with your free hand, you used your thumb to rub at his clit and he squealed from the overstimulation. his mind screamed at him that it was enough, too much, but his body pleaded for so much more that he could handle.
he mewled as the butt of the handle hit his g-spot just right, “ah fuck, uhm, li–liebes, i don’t think that’s–” his words were interrupted by a loud moan as he fucking squirted, his cheeks tinting in pink as his brain registered what recently occurred. his fluids drenched your knife, hand, and up until your forearm. he felt lightheaded, head tilted down to watch how his fluids dripped from your arm onto the sheets, a reminder.
but you didn’t stop there, no, you continued hitting that spot. the blade digging into his inner thighs a bit more as he could feel himself nearing a climax, “hmmng! uhhng– mein schatz, please." ( my sweetheart ) he whimpered, yet he didn’t know what he wanted. he trembled in your hold, like shards of glass dropped to the floor, begging to be pieced back together.
and you did just that; as he came with a breathy cry. his fingers dug into the sheets and if he were to apply more pressure, you’re sure he’d tear them. you leaned down, lapping up fresh blood from the new cut. he whined, thighs closing, as he felt your knife rocking inside of his pussy. you weren’t done, yet.
masterlist main @yarelia
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